School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 158 --The Saint Returns Home

"Good, this is a great opportunity," Owen encouraged.

"The trip to the dragons will inevitably lead to war. If you perform well, I can arrange for the elders in our clan to grant you a bloodbath."

A bloodbath, of course, means bathing in dragon blood, which offers countless benefits.

Isaac grew even more excited, his face flushing, "Thank you, my lord. I will do my best."

Owen nodded slightly.

At this moment, Berkeley, pulling a face, said, "I might have some bad news to deliver."

"Go ahead," Owen prompted.

"Our flying spellbeast has escaped," Berkeley said, exasperated.

"The magical currents stirred its ferocity, and it broke free from our contract. It’s now vanished without a trace."

Celestial Inferno brings not only benefits but also drawbacks.

It can awaken the intelligence of spellbeasts, turning them into demons.

These demons embark on a path of cultivation, but devoid of any moral or ethical learning, their newfound power leads to arrogance.

They unleash the evil within their hearts—slaughtering disadvantaged races, cannibalism, bloodsucking, and even attacking the territories of various races.

Last night, everyone was busy collecting Celestial Inferno and failed to notice the spellbeast’s unusual behavior, allowing it to escape.

Berkeley couldn’t be blamed.

"It doesn’t matter," Owen waved it off.

"We’re only halfway to Dragon Echo Valley. Continuing on foot is just as well."

Along the way, Owen observed many races migrating.

Upon inquiry, he learned they were displaced by the war between the dragons and the angel race, forced to leave their lands in search of new places to survive.

Upon discovering Owen was one of the dragons, members of various races glared at him with hostility.

Had their elders not intervened, it’s likely that the younger members of these races would have attacked Owen.

It became clear to Owen that not only were the dragons’ forces inferior to those of the angel race, but they also couldn’t compete in terms of public opinion.

Despite the war being initiated by the angel race, these groups harbored animosity towards the dragons.

To expedite their journey, Owen found it necessary to conceal his identity.

Fortunately, given his extraordinary strength, hiding his identity proved relatively easy.

Along the way, the war raged on, becoming more intense as they neared Dragon Echo Valley.

Owen even witnessed angel race’s holy guards forming military arrays to confront various races.

The entire continent was plunged into chaos.

...

Dragon Echo Valley is a place where spring prevails all year round, with waterfalls cascading down and clear streams meandering through the valley floor, nourishing the land.

The valley is home to the Old Tree, whose towering presence blocks out the sun, with occasional bird songs echoing through its branches, as if telling the tales of this land.

Sunlight filters through the gaps, casting mottled shadows on the ground, adding a sense of tranquility and peace to this mysterious place.

Deep within Dragon Echo Valley lies a lake encircled by mountains, its waters shimmering like a piece of emerald set within the valley.

Along its shores, exotic flowers and herbs bloom in competition, their fragrance wafting through the air, attracting colorful butterflies that dance around them.

In such a serene environment, one wonders how many turbulent undercurrents are hidden?

In the valley, the figures of mighty dragons stand tall like statues, their scales shimmering under the sunlight with dazzling brilliance, resembling flowing metal.

Deep, powerful roars of dragons echo between the mountains, filled with an air of majesty and defiance.

On this land shrouded in mist, the dragons are tensely preparing for the impending battle.

Young, robust dragon warriors are sharpening their claws and teeth, with sparks dancing on their sharp tips, emitting a piercing sound.

The elder dragons are seated together, discussing and strategizing in their raspy voices...

In the center of the valley, an elder dragon clad in heavy armor stands atop a massive rock, his gaze as fiery as torches, illuminating the faces of the dragon warriors around him.

His roaring voice shakes the entire valley, audible even to Owen standing outside Dragon Echo Valley.

Isaac’s mouth hangs open, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets: "So this is Dragon Echo Valley, truly an ancient land."

Berkeley also feels moved: "No wonder it can nurture dragons; the concentration of arcanergy here is terrifyingly high. With the decline in arcanergy concentration across the continent, having such a place is truly like a utopia."

Feeling the solemn atmosphere of the valley, Owen’s mood becomes somewhat heavy: "Alright, let’s go in."

At that moment, a patrol of dragon warriors quickly approaches, their voices cold: "This is dragon territory, halt."

As the guards arrive before them, Isaac is once again astounded.

There are only seven guards, but each one’s presence surpasses his, their oppressive aura heavy as clouds hanging from the sky.

Berkeley’s pupils contract, thinking to himself: "The dragons, biding their time, still retain their foundation. The weakest of these seven dragons is at the diamond-tier, with the leader being a master."

Suddenly, someone among the guards shouted, "Saint?"

The guards were taken aback.

The dragon rushed forward, and Owen greeted him with a smile, "Malcolm, long time no see."

He was the dragon Owen had clashed with upon entering Dragon Echo Valley.

At that time, Malcolm was only at the gold-tier, but now he had reached the diamond-tier and joined the Dragon Echo Valley patrol organization, harboring ambitious aspirations.

Malcolm rubbed his eyes and knelt on one knee, "Your Highness, is it really you?"

The other guards thawed from their frozen state and quickly knelt alongside Malcolm, "Your Highness, the Saint."

Owen lifted his arm, "Rise, all of you."

Malcolm was visibly excited, his hand holding the spear trembling, "What realm are you at now, Your Highness? Why can’t I quite understand it?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Owen waved his hand, choosing not to say, fearing it might dent Malcolm’s confidence.

When he first arrived in Dragon Echo Valley, Owen had no knowledge of cultivation.

Now, two years later, Owen had reached the master-tier, while Malcolm was still at diamond.

Without a special opportunity, Malcolm would remain at the diamond-tier for a long time.

Talent and resources are crucial in the path of cultivation.

Owen had the best of both, whereas Malcolm clearly lagged behind.

"I’m off to see the clan elders," Owen bid them farewell, "I won’t keep you from your duties."

The guards bowed their heads, waiting for Owen to leave their sight before raising them again.

"The Saint must be at the master-tier now, right, boss?" one guard asked.

The leader, stroking his chin in disbelief, said, "Definitely a master. Such a rate of cultivation is unprecedented in dragon history."

"Could you defeat His Highness?" joked one of the guards.

The leader glanced at him sharply, snorting coldly, "Itching for a fight?"

"Just kidding," the guard said sheepishly.

The leader internally gauged the gap between him and Owen, concluding that it was as vast as a chasm.

He simply couldn’t fathom Owen’s level of skill.

Malcolm felt a pang of melancholy, standing there somewhat dazed.

Everything that had happened with Owen in Dragon Echo Valley seemed like it was just yesterday.

Yet now, their paths had diverged significantly; Owen had returned home, achieving great progress in his cultivation.

Meanwhile, Malcolm had achieved nothing, merely drifting within the lowest ranks of the military organization.

He had once considered himself a prodigy among dragons, only now realizing the vast gulf between himself and a true prodigy.

This wasn’t something resources could bridge.

Seeing Malcolm’s expression, the leader knew what he was thinking and offered some words of encouragement, "Malcolm, don’t overthink it. You’re already very strong. Advancing a rank in two years is considered a great talent among dragons."

Malcolm reined in his emotions, shaking his head with a wry smile, "Boss, let’s continue the patrol."

As Owen entered the valley, some of the clan elders cast strange glances his way, their looks a mix of familiarity and alienation, as if recognizing him yet hesitant to acknowledge.

Each face bore an awkward expression, fearing to make a mistake in identification.

It was a young dragon who pointed at Owen and shouted, "Your Highness the Saint, are you really the Saint?"

Owen scooped him up in one arm, laughing lightly, "How do you recognize me?"

"There’s a portrait of you, and I think I’ve seen you in my dreams too," the young dragon tilted his head, trying hard to remember.

Owen understood; this was due to bloodline projection.

Now esteemed as the saint of dragons, even those dragons thousands of miles away could see his likeness within their bloodline.

This was done to make dragons recognize Owen and provide him with all conveniences in the outside world.

Such a privilege was reserved for significant figures among the dragons.

Conveniently, Owen was such a figure.

After the young dragon’s revelation, the dragons roared in surprise, "The Saint has returned."

"The Saint has returned--"

"Returned--"

"Turned--"

"Ed--"

With their booming voices, the announcement echoed throughout Dragon Echo Valley.

The elder standing in the center of the valley ceased speaking and swiftly made his way towards Owen.

At the sight of Owen, his aged face lit up with excitement.

Approaching Owen, he attempted to kneel while saying, "Dinesh, one of the twelve elders of the dragons, greets the Saint."

Owen quickly supported Dinesh with arcanergy, "The elders have bestowed upon me kindness as heavy as mountains; how could I allow an elder to kneel before me?"

Dinesh’s face registered surprise; he noticed Owen’s arcanergy was dense and profound, markedly different.